Well, actually, it just makes the kids stare when I am breastfeeding, but you know what I mean. .
When you decide to have a kiddo, and then you decide how the food delivery is going to work, there are some things that nobody tells you. The Nugget and I were super duper lucky to give birth in a very pro-breastfeeding hospital that helped us avoid supplementation from day one. Even with that, there were hurdles at home. If we hadn't had the support postpartum and a lot of encouragement from pro breastfeeding family and friends, I don't know how far we would have gotten. We were just very lucky.
Stuff we now know:
1) Buy some nursing bras and sleep nursing bras before you go into labor. Do not buy the medela nursing bra. It sucks and is not at all supportive. Buy the Bravado Bliss and your boobs will thank you. They don't pay me to say that. it is just plain true.
2) Lily Padz...they are amazing, but be warned if you are in a heat wave. the little drops that leak out that get held in by the lily padz will go sour. quickly. grody.
3) Get the off brand lanolin from the pharmacy. A little goes a very long way.
4) Go ahead and use the pacifier. Your nipples will thank you.
5) Fill a sock with rice, microwave it for 30 seconds and use it to warm your engorged boobs before a feeding.
6) Never go anywhere without a shirt to change into, and something to soak up the excess.
7) covering up while she is latching and eating is a lot harder than it seems it should or would be. I have to dive under there with her and then she quickly gets super hot which is no bueno. No matter how cavalier you expect to be about breastfeeding in public, the social pressure to hide even with the cover in place, is pretty intense. Good thing you lose almost all sense of modesty the first three days.
I still haven't figured out how I will even have enough of a stockpile built up to send The Nugget to day care in 8 weeks. I am hoping I figure that out very soooon.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Baby, Baby I love you
and it's a good thing too, because you never let me sleep. Shortly after my last post, my water broke and I was induced. a whirlwind 15 hours later marked by a bad encounter with Ambien (hallucinations, anyone?) and and halvsie epidural complete with oxygen mask so I didn't stop breathing, they totally handed me a baby. My baby. And we started the journey that has been the last month. Breastfeeding, Not Sleeping, Not Cleaning, Accepting all Help that is Offered, Not Sleeping, Bouncing, Cooing, Shushing, Not Sleeping, Crying, Laughing and Not Sleeping. Things I have learned:
1) A woman's body has limitless potential to do all sorts of things that it never did before having a baby.
We are hardwired to know our child's cry and respond with a single minded NEED to make that cry stop no matter what. We can Stretch without breaking. And if we break, it can be fixed and we can survive it. We are also built with a need to protect that verges on sheer panic. ( Some of us were afraid to put our baby down in the bassinet for three days after arriving home because something might happen to her if we let go. At the time, that was a super rational thought)
2) Breastfeeding. it hurts and it is hard and then, all of a sudden, it is not hard anymore. For the first two weeks, I cried every time fed my daughter and I was convinced I was doing it wrong. Every book you read says it doesn't hurt. They lie. It freaking hurts. Then, one day, you have the hang of it, you stop crying, and it is ok. Now, it is still a little cumbersome when you leave the house because you never really know when the babe will want to eat. You pretty much have to be cool with whipping your boobs out anywhere.
3) It is incredible how little sleep you really need to survive. You really only need naps. You won't be pretty, you won't be clean, you won't be completely rational, but you will live.
4) You know why people have babies in hospitals? So they don't DIE. I actually considered a home birth very seriously. Good thing I didn't do that. I am very glad that we were in a hospital now, though I can safely say I DO NOT recommend voluntary induction or epidural. I was induced out of medical necessity and I was pressured into an epidural after 12 hours of active labor with no sleep. The epidural went very badly and I am still a little traumatized. Hospital? yes. Epidural? no thank you.
5) When someone offers you help, you should really really take it. Your friend of a friend wants to clean you kitchen? say yes. Your mother in law wants to wash your underwear and scour your shower? The answer is Yes. Your neighbor wants to mow your lawn? (this is wishful thinking on my part ) Yes, please.
6) No matter how tired, hungry, thirsty, angry, sore, sad, wild-eyed you are, seeing your little nugget open their eyes after a nap and look at you is worth every nit of it every time. I would totally do this again in spite of the difficulties. And I still have a fairly good recollection of the pain part.
So now. I know a lot more, but still I feel like I don't know a thing and we are a family of 4. The Little Man, The Nugget, Daddy and I are all working it out and couldn't be happier.
1) A woman's body has limitless potential to do all sorts of things that it never did before having a baby.
We are hardwired to know our child's cry and respond with a single minded NEED to make that cry stop no matter what. We can Stretch without breaking. And if we break, it can be fixed and we can survive it. We are also built with a need to protect that verges on sheer panic. ( Some of us were afraid to put our baby down in the bassinet for three days after arriving home because something might happen to her if we let go. At the time, that was a super rational thought)
2) Breastfeeding. it hurts and it is hard and then, all of a sudden, it is not hard anymore. For the first two weeks, I cried every time fed my daughter and I was convinced I was doing it wrong. Every book you read says it doesn't hurt. They lie. It freaking hurts. Then, one day, you have the hang of it, you stop crying, and it is ok. Now, it is still a little cumbersome when you leave the house because you never really know when the babe will want to eat. You pretty much have to be cool with whipping your boobs out anywhere.
3) It is incredible how little sleep you really need to survive. You really only need naps. You won't be pretty, you won't be clean, you won't be completely rational, but you will live.
4) You know why people have babies in hospitals? So they don't DIE. I actually considered a home birth very seriously. Good thing I didn't do that. I am very glad that we were in a hospital now, though I can safely say I DO NOT recommend voluntary induction or epidural. I was induced out of medical necessity and I was pressured into an epidural after 12 hours of active labor with no sleep. The epidural went very badly and I am still a little traumatized. Hospital? yes. Epidural? no thank you.
5) When someone offers you help, you should really really take it. Your friend of a friend wants to clean you kitchen? say yes. Your mother in law wants to wash your underwear and scour your shower? The answer is Yes. Your neighbor wants to mow your lawn? (this is wishful thinking on my part ) Yes, please.
6) No matter how tired, hungry, thirsty, angry, sore, sad, wild-eyed you are, seeing your little nugget open their eyes after a nap and look at you is worth every nit of it every time. I would totally do this again in spite of the difficulties. And I still have a fairly good recollection of the pain part.
So now. I know a lot more, but still I feel like I don't know a thing and we are a family of 4. The Little Man, The Nugget, Daddy and I are all working it out and couldn't be happier.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Kick off your Sunday shoes....
...because your feet are too swollen to wear them.
We are on the countdown for sure. and now, the swelling begins. I know this means I should sit down and rest, but all I want to do is clean like mad between lots and lots of naps. I suddenly feel that nothing is as prepared as it should be and there is no way to get all of this done. Since there is no way to get it all done. I tried to sleep and forget about it. Not so much. That just makes me a cleaning zombie. a onesie folding, laundry doing, bag packing and repacking zombie.
We are on the countdown for sure. and now, the swelling begins. I know this means I should sit down and rest, but all I want to do is clean like mad between lots and lots of naps. I suddenly feel that nothing is as prepared as it should be and there is no way to get all of this done. Since there is no way to get it all done. I tried to sleep and forget about it. Not so much. That just makes me a cleaning zombie. a onesie folding, laundry doing, bag packing and repacking zombie.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Baby I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day
I am currently locked in a battle of wills. With an almost 5 year old. My husband and I sit staring across at him as he chews at a truly glacial pace....because at this point in the vegetable portion of his meal...his back hurts, his teeth hurt, his tummy hurts, he has to potty (we let him have that one and marched him straight back to the table).
side note: This meal has been going on for over 2 hours before you start judging the computer that now sits in front of me.
We have explained that, no, he is not an 80 year old with bad teeth,. Nor is he in his 40s with a bad back. He is 5 and he will be finishing his carrots and celery. It's not even gross vegetables. It's raw carrots and celery for god's sake. What is baffling is that he TRULY truly believes that if he delays or just doesn't want to, then eventually, he will get to have some dessert and be done. How could he have come to this conclusion? That just seems ridiculous to me...and so the battle continues.
I have to say that moments like this are probably the hardest part for the hubs and I in not having the primary custody we so badly would love to have. It's just impossible to not go to the crazy place where you say, Well, if he was here all the time, he'd be more disciplined or he'd understand the rules or yadda yadda yadda.
In the logical part of my brain, I know this probably isn't the truth. kids are kids after all. This emotional part of me constantly wants to reconcile these moments with some parental failing that could not have been ours. It's not fair, I know, but, hey, that's just how it is.
I have a feeling we are in for some serious reality checks when the wee pea arrives. If she is rotten, if she lies, if she won't eat her dinner and has all manner of fictional ailments...there will be no other parents to blame. It will be the two of us who look at each other, shrug our shoulders and then stare at her across the dinner table....waiting.
side note: This meal has been going on for over 2 hours before you start judging the computer that now sits in front of me.
We have explained that, no, he is not an 80 year old with bad teeth,. Nor is he in his 40s with a bad back. He is 5 and he will be finishing his carrots and celery. It's not even gross vegetables. It's raw carrots and celery for god's sake. What is baffling is that he TRULY truly believes that if he delays or just doesn't want to, then eventually, he will get to have some dessert and be done. How could he have come to this conclusion? That just seems ridiculous to me...and so the battle continues.
I have to say that moments like this are probably the hardest part for the hubs and I in not having the primary custody we so badly would love to have. It's just impossible to not go to the crazy place where you say, Well, if he was here all the time, he'd be more disciplined or he'd understand the rules or yadda yadda yadda.
In the logical part of my brain, I know this probably isn't the truth. kids are kids after all. This emotional part of me constantly wants to reconcile these moments with some parental failing that could not have been ours. It's not fair, I know, but, hey, that's just how it is.
I have a feeling we are in for some serious reality checks when the wee pea arrives. If she is rotten, if she lies, if she won't eat her dinner and has all manner of fictional ailments...there will be no other parents to blame. It will be the two of us who look at each other, shrug our shoulders and then stare at her across the dinner table....waiting.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Sippin on Gin & Juice
Being knocked up is a whole lot like being drunk. Think about it....
Food: it either makes you puke or it is the Best Thing you EVER Tasted and you need a LOT of it.
Country music: It makes you weep, nay, sob....or it makes you feel reeeal perty and kinda sexy.
Driving: you may nod off, you will be easily distracted
Pee: two times in life I have wanted to pee in an alleyway. Once I was drunk The other time I was pregnant.
I did it both times. Also, there was that incident at Burger King of which we do not speak.
Sleep: You know how when you drink too much you "fall asleep" so quickly (I think they might call it passing out.) Same when you are pregnant.
Flatulence: need I say more?
Recall: wait, what was I just saying?
Emotional State: When in your life have you started crying, laughing, hitting people, yelling within moments of the preceding emotion? A the bar....or when you are pregnant. Ask my hubs. I may have hit him in the car. not hard though, that's abuse. I may have been laughing about 3 seconds beforehand. It may have all been about a song I didn't like on the radio. Obviously not country because then I would have been crying or horny. Do you think he saw it coming? he did not.
Food: it either makes you puke or it is the Best Thing you EVER Tasted and you need a LOT of it.
Country music: It makes you weep, nay, sob....or it makes you feel reeeal perty and kinda sexy.
Driving: you may nod off, you will be easily distracted
Pee: two times in life I have wanted to pee in an alleyway. Once I was drunk The other time I was pregnant.
I did it both times. Also, there was that incident at Burger King of which we do not speak.
Sleep: You know how when you drink too much you "fall asleep" so quickly (I think they might call it passing out.) Same when you are pregnant.
Flatulence: need I say more?
Recall: wait, what was I just saying?
Emotional State: When in your life have you started crying, laughing, hitting people, yelling within moments of the preceding emotion? A the bar....or when you are pregnant. Ask my hubs. I may have hit him in the car. not hard though, that's abuse. I may have been laughing about 3 seconds beforehand. It may have all been about a song I didn't like on the radio. Obviously not country because then I would have been crying or horny. Do you think he saw it coming? he did not.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
I'm so tired my mind is on the blink
Now that we are officially in TRIMESTER THREE (imagine you heard that in stereo with a booming man-voice like the guy on MoviePhone), I will spend the next month growing the wee pea into double her current size. You may ask yourself if one can tell if this is happening. Well, only if a sudden total plummet in ability to think, walk, sleep and/or remain awake are signs and symptoms of that growth spurt.
three new levels of fatigue have been discovered in the last 7 days.
the least of which is...
COMPUTER of the TYPING DEAD
this happens when you are typing away and suddenly feel your head sway forward and hit the screen and/or keyboard. When you lift your head, you find a series of letters like this: "judddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd"
Next on the hierarchy of exhaustion is a personal favorite, unparallelled because it involves frustration, hunger and sleepiness all at once.
SANDWICH FATIGUE
Due to the ravenous nature of myself and wee pea, such effort and skill will go into making the Best Sandwich Ever that upon sitting to eat it, I find that no, I will no be finishing this sandwich. Why? Because I am too tired to chew and swallow. Literally. This usually involves tears because hunger and fatigue have to then duke it out to either get through the sandwich or pass out super hungry and wake up in the mood of a hibernating bear.
In pregnancy, some people say that they are more conservative. They take fewer risks. Not me. I live on the wild side. because I participate in...
SLEEP DRIVING
Not on purpose, mind you.. Let's be honest though: you never know when an attack of sleep driving is around the corner. There you are, listening to All Things Considered when suddenly you are waking up as you careen away from the guardrail you almost hit while driving 80 down the freeway. You might find yourself sliding into a parking spot and closing your eyes as you simultaneously put the car in park so you can take a nap before actually 1) driving farther or 2) exerting the effort to open the door and walk into your place of business. Hopefully David Bowie or Marketplace will have you back and wake you up in time to get where you are going.
I advise you all to eat happy, wear your seatbelts, and ignore incomplete emails, blogs texts you receive from this lady. Weariness could strike at any moment. Beware!
three new levels of fatigue have been discovered in the last 7 days.
the least of which is...
COMPUTER of the TYPING DEAD
this happens when you are typing away and suddenly feel your head sway forward and hit the screen and/or keyboard. When you lift your head, you find a series of letters like this: "judddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd"
Next on the hierarchy of exhaustion is a personal favorite, unparallelled because it involves frustration, hunger and sleepiness all at once.
SANDWICH FATIGUE
Due to the ravenous nature of myself and wee pea, such effort and skill will go into making the Best Sandwich Ever that upon sitting to eat it, I find that no, I will no be finishing this sandwich. Why? Because I am too tired to chew and swallow. Literally. This usually involves tears because hunger and fatigue have to then duke it out to either get through the sandwich or pass out super hungry and wake up in the mood of a hibernating bear.
In pregnancy, some people say that they are more conservative. They take fewer risks. Not me. I live on the wild side. because I participate in...
SLEEP DRIVING
Not on purpose, mind you.. Let's be honest though: you never know when an attack of sleep driving is around the corner. There you are, listening to All Things Considered when suddenly you are waking up as you careen away from the guardrail you almost hit while driving 80 down the freeway. You might find yourself sliding into a parking spot and closing your eyes as you simultaneously put the car in park so you can take a nap before actually 1) driving farther or 2) exerting the effort to open the door and walk into your place of business. Hopefully David Bowie or Marketplace will have you back and wake you up in time to get where you are going.
I advise you all to eat happy, wear your seatbelts, and ignore incomplete emails, blogs texts you receive from this lady. Weariness could strike at any moment. Beware!
Friday, February 11, 2011
Here I go again on my own....
That business at the bank was just the beginning
Dr. Important: why do all these patients families keep calling my cell phone? How did they get my cell number? Who could have done this?
Me: I think I saw your number posted in the ladies room.
Dr. Important: blank stare
Me: Oh, you aren't ready for jokes yet.
Me: well, she didn't penetrate, but there was a change in the barium column along the....well that funky area.
Dr. Radiology: Blank stare
Me: That's the new medical term they are using, I think, "That funky area."
Dr. Radiology (a good sport): I see.
Scene...a pregnant me walking down the hall with a now revealed belly...
P.A. Niceguy: oh, I didn't know you were expecting
Me: What? No, I've just been eating a lot of pasta lately.
PA Niceguy: blank stare, awkward silence.
Me (only because I really like him): Just kidding, I am super pregnant.
PA Niceguy: total relief and laughter.
this last one is my new favorite trick. so mean, but such payoff!!
stay tuned...we're going back to the bank tomorrow... and I can't seem to stop. This freedom is intoxicating.
Dr. Important: why do all these patients families keep calling my cell phone? How did they get my cell number? Who could have done this?
Me: I think I saw your number posted in the ladies room.
Dr. Important: blank stare
Me: Oh, you aren't ready for jokes yet.
Me: well, she didn't penetrate, but there was a change in the barium column along the....well that funky area.
Dr. Radiology: Blank stare
Me: That's the new medical term they are using, I think, "That funky area."
Dr. Radiology (a good sport): I see.
Scene...a pregnant me walking down the hall with a now revealed belly...
P.A. Niceguy: oh, I didn't know you were expecting
Me: What? No, I've just been eating a lot of pasta lately.
PA Niceguy: blank stare, awkward silence.
Me (only because I really like him): Just kidding, I am super pregnant.
PA Niceguy: total relief and laughter.
this last one is my new favorite trick. so mean, but such payoff!!
stay tuned...we're going back to the bank tomorrow... and I can't seem to stop. This freedom is intoxicating.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid...
Or maybe I just make it more awesome??
Very exciting new pregnancy experiment in the works. It turns out that pregnancy makes me 1) slaphappy 2) weepy 3) scatterbrained. I was already a little tiny eensy bit 1) filterless.
combined, these forces make me The Queen of Inappropriate. I could awkwardly strike in a bank, grocery or bookstore near you at any time!
So far, it has been awesome. I can't help it, so I have chosen to just roll with it and then laugh. I think that it may be so bad at times that these are the stories that people tell when they get home...
W: How was your day, honey?
H: Oh, it was fine. The weirdest lady came in though. she was crrrrazy! She said she thought my co-worker wasn't really working from home, but that he was probably eating a pint of Ben and Jerry's and crying while he watched Sixteen Candles. Then she tried to get him to pre-approve her home loan over the phone on the spot. We all laughed and laughed.
W: what a whack job.
Indeed.
so, hopefully, this continues because, besides my now apparent belly (which is gorgeous and allows me to snag awesome parking spots), this is my favorite part so far.
Very exciting new pregnancy experiment in the works. It turns out that pregnancy makes me 1) slaphappy 2) weepy 3) scatterbrained. I was already a little tiny eensy bit 1) filterless.
combined, these forces make me The Queen of Inappropriate. I could awkwardly strike in a bank, grocery or bookstore near you at any time!
So far, it has been awesome. I can't help it, so I have chosen to just roll with it and then laugh. I think that it may be so bad at times that these are the stories that people tell when they get home...
W: How was your day, honey?
H: Oh, it was fine. The weirdest lady came in though. she was crrrrazy! She said she thought my co-worker wasn't really working from home, but that he was probably eating a pint of Ben and Jerry's and crying while he watched Sixteen Candles. Then she tried to get him to pre-approve her home loan over the phone on the spot. We all laughed and laughed.
W: what a whack job.
Indeed.
so, hopefully, this continues because, besides my now apparent belly (which is gorgeous and allows me to snag awesome parking spots), this is my favorite part so far.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Getting Clean
Some people get pregnant in the face. I am one of them. Not with added roundness (yet) but with blemishes. yuck. I am supposed to look like a fertility goddess, not a pudgy teenager, right?? So after a prolonged battle with my pregnant face, I bring you my personal skin care review of some of the millions of cleansers I have employed over the past months. Cleansers are rated on scent, that "oh so clean" feeling, all day effects and acne control. These can all be bought in the drugstore save one fancy one I got online.
All of them were used with Oil Free Sensitive Skin Neutrogena Moisturizer and my friend, benzoyl peroxide in the morning.
Purpose
Smelliness: Smells a little detergent-y, but clean.
Cleanliness: so clean making that it's actually drying to my fragile preg-o skin.
The day: This really highlights the combination-ness of my skin. so dry all day around my poor eyes and greasy like fries on my chin and nose by 10 am.
Acne Control: nada. No changes or improvements.
CeraVe
Smelliness: virtually scent free. very nonoffensive
Cleanliness: I just don't feel CLEAN. I feel like I just rubbed lotion on my face.
The day: I still feel greasy
Acne Control: I am less dry, but the blckheads are coming out with a vengeance.
Basis
Smelliness: Green and clean. very refreshing, yum!
Cleanliness: I feel Clean at last! my skin feels a little tight, but clean as a whistle
The day: Sadly, the combo skin returns by noon.
Acne Control: a definite decrease in the blackheads, but new acne is still appearing.
MD Forte III (with glycolic acid)
Smelliness: kind of sour, but not upsetting
Cleanliness: Lotion face again.
The day: I feel soft, but not clean. the oiliness continues
Acne Control: decrease in the roughness and inconsistencies in my skin, but still some blackheads and acne
Clean&Clear Morning Burst Skin Brightening Cleanser
Smelliness: lemony fresh and a little sweet
Cleanliness: Ahhhh. I love the little scrubbies that I can feel washing out my pores
The day: Clean! for a long time. I do need little extra moisture around the eyes.
Acne Control: much better. my blackheads are gone and the new acne s mild when present.
THE PLAN:
Mornings: Clean & Clear Morning Burst followed by my b.p and moisturizer
Nights: basis with some light moisturizer
3x/week: MD forte to break down the dry skin cell layers and keep it smooth
Hope this helps some other pregnant ladies with this struggle!
All of them were used with Oil Free Sensitive Skin Neutrogena Moisturizer and my friend, benzoyl peroxide in the morning.
Purpose
Smelliness: Smells a little detergent-y, but clean.
Cleanliness: so clean making that it's actually drying to my fragile preg-o skin.
The day: This really highlights the combination-ness of my skin. so dry all day around my poor eyes and greasy like fries on my chin and nose by 10 am.
Acne Control: nada. No changes or improvements.
CeraVe
Smelliness: virtually scent free. very nonoffensive
Cleanliness: I just don't feel CLEAN. I feel like I just rubbed lotion on my face.
The day: I still feel greasy
Acne Control: I am less dry, but the blckheads are coming out with a vengeance.
Basis
Smelliness: Green and clean. very refreshing, yum!
Cleanliness: I feel Clean at last! my skin feels a little tight, but clean as a whistle
The day: Sadly, the combo skin returns by noon.
Acne Control: a definite decrease in the blackheads, but new acne is still appearing.
MD Forte III (with glycolic acid)
Smelliness: kind of sour, but not upsetting
Cleanliness: Lotion face again.
The day: I feel soft, but not clean. the oiliness continues
Acne Control: decrease in the roughness and inconsistencies in my skin, but still some blackheads and acne
Clean&Clear Morning Burst Skin Brightening Cleanser
Smelliness: lemony fresh and a little sweet
Cleanliness: Ahhhh. I love the little scrubbies that I can feel washing out my pores
The day: Clean! for a long time. I do need little extra moisture around the eyes.
Acne Control: much better. my blackheads are gone and the new acne s mild when present.
THE PLAN:
Mornings: Clean & Clear Morning Burst followed by my b.p and moisturizer
Nights: basis with some light moisturizer
3x/week: MD forte to break down the dry skin cell layers and keep it smooth
Hope this helps some other pregnant ladies with this struggle!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Gonna Rock your Body...
way past the break of dawn, my friends.
So let just throw it out there....Constipation. There, I said it. it's really real people.
Today, as I was about to enter a patient's room, I suddenly knew it was hurl time. So I made for the fastest potty location and took care of business. Unfortunately that was just the side effect of how crazy my stomach is. It's a traffic jam, basically, and the only way out is to throw it into reverse. Just saying. How could one small fruit shaped baby cause so much havoc? I think this is preparation for when he is a thirteen year old smelly socked boy or when she is fifteen and thinks that miniskirts with thigh high boots are super cool. I'll just look back and remeber this day. How I curled up in the bathroom and tried not to cry while my mom tried to convince me I wasn't going to die via cell phone. I did not die.
Later though, I wet my pants a little when I coughed. I think it's time to step up the kegel regimen. and eat more salads.
So let just throw it out there....Constipation. There, I said it. it's really real people.
Today, as I was about to enter a patient's room, I suddenly knew it was hurl time. So I made for the fastest potty location and took care of business. Unfortunately that was just the side effect of how crazy my stomach is. It's a traffic jam, basically, and the only way out is to throw it into reverse. Just saying. How could one small fruit shaped baby cause so much havoc? I think this is preparation for when he is a thirteen year old smelly socked boy or when she is fifteen and thinks that miniskirts with thigh high boots are super cool. I'll just look back and remeber this day. How I curled up in the bathroom and tried not to cry while my mom tried to convince me I wasn't going to die via cell phone. I did not die.
Later though, I wet my pants a little when I coughed. I think it's time to step up the kegel regimen. and eat more salads.
Friday, January 7, 2011
She's got Perfect Skin
This is less of a blog post and more of a cry for help post. I look ridiculous.
I have always had super sensitive skin. Generally, anything on the planet has made me break out.
And since my skin tone is most likened to that of Casper the Frienndly Ghost. A blemish of any kind last for months...and months....because it is bright red on my pasty face.
This situation has been under control for over a year, but when I got pregnant I had to say farewell to my Clinique skin crutch because of salicylic acid. My skin is now weird.
It's not so much breaky-outy as bumpy. It feels like sandpaper...and pebbles.
I have tried Purpose, Clean & Clear, CeraVe, Cetphil. I need help. tell me what to do. I am desparate.
I have always had super sensitive skin. Generally, anything on the planet has made me break out.
And since my skin tone is most likened to that of Casper the Frienndly Ghost. A blemish of any kind last for months...and months....because it is bright red on my pasty face.
This situation has been under control for over a year, but when I got pregnant I had to say farewell to my Clinique skin crutch because of salicylic acid. My skin is now weird.
It's not so much breaky-outy as bumpy. It feels like sandpaper...and pebbles.
I have tried Purpose, Clean & Clear, CeraVe, Cetphil. I need help. tell me what to do. I am desparate.
Ask Me, I won't say No
as we got pajamafied for bed tonight, little man stared at my suddenly huge belly (I think it's mostly attributable to ice cream today and will be flat again tomorrow).
Little Man: wow, your belly is fat
Me: well, it's getting big. the baby has to have room to grow
Little Man: Did you EAT the baby?
Me: no, I didn't eat the baby, it's just growing.
Little Man: Well did the doctor cut the baby out and put it in your belly?
Me: nope. the doctor didn't do anything.
Little Man: well, how did it get in there?
...oh man. really? already? you are four!
Me: well, Daddy helped me make the baby and put it in there.
Little Man: oh. ok.
WHEW! Crisis averted.
in other news from our top 4 year old reporter:
to his unshaven stepmother. It's only been 2 days, c'mon!
Little Man: Mommy, why do you have hair under your arms?
when I am so exhaustedly trying to put him to bed so I can get into my own
Little Man: Why are you going to bed? Grownups can stay up and do whatever they want.
it's a bang up night.
Thanks to LG for an awesome time with us at the mall before this round of serious questions. I was well fortified thanks to ice cream, adult time and shopping.
Little Man: wow, your belly is fat
Me: well, it's getting big. the baby has to have room to grow
Little Man: Did you EAT the baby?
Me: no, I didn't eat the baby, it's just growing.
Little Man: Well did the doctor cut the baby out and put it in your belly?
Me: nope. the doctor didn't do anything.
Little Man: well, how did it get in there?
...oh man. really? already? you are four!
Me: well, Daddy helped me make the baby and put it in there.
Little Man: oh. ok.
WHEW! Crisis averted.
in other news from our top 4 year old reporter:
to his unshaven stepmother. It's only been 2 days, c'mon!
Little Man: Mommy, why do you have hair under your arms?
when I am so exhaustedly trying to put him to bed so I can get into my own
Little Man: Why are you going to bed? Grownups can stay up and do whatever they want.
it's a bang up night.
Thanks to LG for an awesome time with us at the mall before this round of serious questions. I was well fortified thanks to ice cream, adult time and shopping.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Don't let your silly dreams fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall
So, I've been away for awhile. mostly sleeping including the fever dreams of pregnancy. Also, throwing up a whole lot. turns out I lost 12 pounds throwing up and sleeping....so now I am taking the foul meds that the doctor prescribed. I took a break last night thinking maybe that as I close in on week 13, I would be just fine.
But that's not really what it's about tonight. Tonight, it's about my good friend. We became fast friends through a boy who was 1) my terrible boyfriend and 2) her douchey friend. Once his true identity was discovered, us two girls were already thick as thieves. This girl o mine and I have been through a lot as it goes with good friends. She helped me survive grad school, we've gotten through some rough but necessary breakups, had more than our share of ridiculous nights dancing and drinking (claustrophobia, cigarettes and all). She was a bridesmaid in my wedding and nearly everytime we go to dinner, it's to the same greek place where the waitress doesn't even have to ask to know we are splitting the greek salad and the mazza plate.
...and...she is leaving.
She is moving to an amazing city to do an amazing job and I am so proud of and excited for her. This is the culmination of a long and frustrating quest for her to live her dream. As all wonderful intelligent and amazing peope deserve, it is happening!!
ok, selfishly, I am devastated.
BUT SO HAPPY FOR HER! devastated.
so tonight, we went to our last Greek Dinner. she looked at my still nonexistent belly. felt my ginormous boobs, checked out the sonogram. we talked about her departure plan, the plane ride, the packing, the start date for the new job. We ate gelato.
Then it was time to say goodbye. I cried, of course, but not too much I think.
On the drive home to the hubs, I cried some more.
When I walked in, I SOBBED. mascara still covers my husband's shirt. He hugged me and then...I puked.
A lot. but it did make me stop crying. I guess we're not at week 13 until we are really there.
so here's wishing that next time my darling friend is sad, she can just puke out her tears and get it over with. or that she calls me and we can cry together. Better yet, maybe I can cheer her up long distance.
I know she will be the wildest of successes and I can't wait to get the phone calls all about it. Good luck, love, now go kick some ass.
But that's not really what it's about tonight. Tonight, it's about my good friend. We became fast friends through a boy who was 1) my terrible boyfriend and 2) her douchey friend. Once his true identity was discovered, us two girls were already thick as thieves. This girl o mine and I have been through a lot as it goes with good friends. She helped me survive grad school, we've gotten through some rough but necessary breakups, had more than our share of ridiculous nights dancing and drinking (claustrophobia, cigarettes and all). She was a bridesmaid in my wedding and nearly everytime we go to dinner, it's to the same greek place where the waitress doesn't even have to ask to know we are splitting the greek salad and the mazza plate.
...and...she is leaving.
She is moving to an amazing city to do an amazing job and I am so proud of and excited for her. This is the culmination of a long and frustrating quest for her to live her dream. As all wonderful intelligent and amazing peope deserve, it is happening!!
ok, selfishly, I am devastated.
BUT SO HAPPY FOR HER! devastated.
so tonight, we went to our last Greek Dinner. she looked at my still nonexistent belly. felt my ginormous boobs, checked out the sonogram. we talked about her departure plan, the plane ride, the packing, the start date for the new job. We ate gelato.
Then it was time to say goodbye. I cried, of course, but not too much I think.
On the drive home to the hubs, I cried some more.
When I walked in, I SOBBED. mascara still covers my husband's shirt. He hugged me and then...I puked.
A lot. but it did make me stop crying. I guess we're not at week 13 until we are really there.
so here's wishing that next time my darling friend is sad, she can just puke out her tears and get it over with. or that she calls me and we can cry together. Better yet, maybe I can cheer her up long distance.
I know she will be the wildest of successes and I can't wait to get the phone calls all about it. Good luck, love, now go kick some ass.
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